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With a guitar as his wand the musical artist was the magic we needed to lift up our souls, to release the loving versions of our wan souls.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 11, 2020.
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I make my sound so you and I can be sound, can join the airwaves upon our own lyrical Falcor.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 10, 2020.
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The musical artist was the survivor in the rubble of the house of love, the one who could fix what hell had shattered.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 11, 2020.
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He played his guitar as if it were democracy's freedom bell, for in his art was truth, wisdom and well rooted love.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 11, 2020.
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She played poppy notes upon remembrance day, and sang from poppy red lips for those petals of humanity, the brave who gave everything that they were or ever could be - all so that we could be free.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 11, 2020.